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I was starvin’ from unfortunately a late night.”
The words jumbled on the account of crumbs still lingering on his tongue.
    “No need to apologize for taking one of the muffins.
Help yourself. That’s what they’re there for, to eat. They weren’t made as a
decoration.” She sat opposite him on the other floral printed sofa. She didn’t
dare trust herself to ask why his night had been so late, for it was none of
her business. But she could sure as hell guess at the reason by the shadows
around his eyes.
    “Can I keep you all to myself, Little Darlin’?” he
suddenly blurted, helping himself to a second muffin. Apple flavored this time.
The first he’d tried was blueberry.
    Julia nearly dropped his glass of orange juice onto
the thick-piled carpeting while handing it over to him. “Excuse me?”
    For a second there she’d thought he’d said “ Can I
keep you ?”
    “These are the best damn muffins I’ve ever tasted. If
I can keep you all to myself, I’d get these little morsels every day, and die a
very happy man.”
    Good God! He actually did say what she just heard!
    He gratefully accepted the glass from her hand,
brushing his fingers against hers, then smiled, using all the punches by
producing those intoxicating dimples she suddenly felt the need to drool over. Little
fireballs of white hot lightning shot through her entire system—as he’d
probably wanted to happen. Those fireballs ignited an ember in her heart pushed
to the bottom for far too long.
    Her Sunday stranger had lit a match to an untamed
inferno, affecting her quite badly. Was she really that sex starved? No, of
course not.
    Yes.
    NO!!! An independent woman shouldn’t need the
touch of a man to get the juices flowing—and the blood rushing to her head.
    She’d certainly been touched before, and more
intimately. Julia was no longer a virgin. Nor was she that desperate.
    Really, was she that desperate?
    “Thanks, Little Darlin’,” he said, winking again. He then
brought the glass to his lips and tipping it back, swallowed the entire eight
ounces within ten seconds flat.
    Julia sat on her sofa, mesmerized by the way his
throat worked the fluid down; an unconscious sigh came out at a pleasurable
sight.
    “Do you always do everything in your life with
breakneck speed?” she said, speaking her mind without thinking too far in
advance, then gasping, once she’d realized she’d asked it …Good grief, out
loud!
    With a college degree and a couple of years of
teaching tucked into her back pocket she certainly knew better when to keep her
mouth shut and when not to. But this was probably one of those times when all
the smarts in the world wouldn’t matter a hill of beans; because good looking
guys had a tendency to tie up a well-educated tongue quick as a wink.
    He smiled in answer to her enormously impolite
question.
    “Not all things, Little Darlin’.” He then focused
his attention toward the living room window, in slow motion brought it back to her.
“There are certain things in a man’s life that should be done at a much slower
pace. Want me to name a few?”
    Positive her cheeks were as flaming red as her hair by
a seemingly easy comment slipping off the sly devil’s tongue, was when she
heard the clearing of another man’s throat directly behind her back. She
visibly jumped out of her skin at the intrusion.
    Her about-to-be new boarder stood up quickly as though
caught with his pants around his ankles. “As I live and breathe! How’s it been,
Old Man?”
    The older gentleman in question moved into the living
room as the two men gave each other a hard clap across the back and an equally
hearty handshake. “What’s it been, Uncle LeRoy? Two? Three years?”
    The older man nodded. “Three. But you young guns tend
to lose track of time on more occasions than not, leaving us withered old geezers
in the dust.”
    Uncle LeRoy? Julia’s
brain refused to believe in such a coincidence. This man was her